Crown Of Iron Novels & Stories

His smile made her forget, for a moment, that this marriage was not real in the emotional sense. The drive to the Cross estate took them out of the city until the houses grew farther apart and the land around them stretched wide. When the gates opened to reveal the property, Elena understood what kind of world Damien had been raised in. The estate looked like a fortress. The stone walls, the long drive, the guards everywhere, everything was designed to send a message: power lived here.

She raised her head, her height was above 6 feet, plump and gorgeous, her lips were pinky, and she picked up her long dress. Walking like a queen, she made her way to the front, and the prince looked back, oh my God. My angel. "You look stunning," he replied. They stood in the same location, complementing each other's appearance. As the current king of this magnificent kingdom, the monarch said, "I hereby present to you the new crowned king and the queen of this iron throne," removing his royal crown made of steel and placing it on Kohl's head, "the crown represents authority, power, and leadership. There were yells and shouts, and happiness ensued. The monarch signalling, and there was stil

The walls of the tunnel shimmered with impressions: moments in the history of the Hollow, sealed by flame and soul. "This place is alive," Arthur said, reaching out to touch one of the glowing panels. "It always was. They just buried it beneath obedience." They reached the heart of the chamber. In the center stood a pedestal of blackstone, and upon it sat the Ember Crown. It was not what legend had described—no circlet of gold and rubies, no imposing symbol of power. It was simple, almost crude. Twisted branches of coal-black iron, threaded with veins of shimmering red. A crown forged in humility, not conquest.

Her crown fell to the marble floor with a clear clang, there seems also to be a clanging sound of someone's sword falling to the ground outside the palace gates. The deep red gem on the crown shattered and scattered. Warm blood down the steps on the cold ground, slowly spreading, reminiscent of the shallow creek she used to play in barefoot as a child. This golden hall of Avalon became her grave, swallowing her bones, burying her life. Outside, the sun shone on the snow, melting it bit by bit…

What she noticed in her readings was that the family was obsessed with jewels, which can be seen in their names. The pictures didn’t lie about the kingdom of Norway, which was full of gemstones. You can see it in all walls and structures. It may be on the outside or the inside. Since the kingdom is the venue for the prince’s engagement, Hannah has the privilege to look around. The whole structure and style of the palace was so alive because of the gemstones even when they were still at the main entrance of the palace. The gemstones were shining as the light from the lamp post hit them, making them visible to the naked eye. She knew that the security was very strict on a daily basis, but it w

Just didn’t expect to find it in his hands. I remember the ruby set. A crown and two amulets. One being the amulet of all. That one gave you the power to reign overall. Just if you didn’t know the truth behind you would be oblivious to it for life. That amulet and the ruby crown were a pair. They made both pure gold and rubies.

The king grabbed the handle and saw that it was a dagger exquisitely made. The tip of the handle was a mixture of silver and gold seemingly woven over each other. Between the handle and the blade was a dark grey gemstone shaped like a shield and its crossguard and quillon were shaped like that of a wave. Securing the dark grey gemstone, two silver and gold snakes crossed over each other with their tails ending at the edge of the crossguard.

They mourned him and continue to do so. Someone had to take over now that the King was gone, and the young Crown Prince is doing an excellent job of carrying on his father's legacy. He's skilled at making snap decisions, and he's a natural leader. Not to mention that he's quite attractive. Anastasia isn't the only girl in the kingdom who fantasizes about him. When she sees him pass by, she can't help but steal a glimpse at him. If word gets out that she secretly admires the Prince, she'll most likely be beaten to death, but who can blame her? Despite the fact that he is rumored to be engaged, Anastasia smiles sheepishly whenever his name is mentioned. Even if he isn't enganged, a maid and a

It was a delicate, lethal diadem made of dark, meteoritic iron, interwoven with diamonds that trapped actual starlight. Killian lifted the crown with his massive, calloused hands. The entire ballroom held its breath. "The universe tried to break you, Elena," Killian murmured, his deep voice carrying flawlessly through the silent hall, meant only for me, yet witnessed by the world. "The Abyss tried to consume you. But you didn't just survive the dark. You conquered it." He slowly lowered the physical crown onto my head. It settled perfectly, aligning with the invisible, cosmic First Crown that bound my soul.

"No, I don't. However, I can't block your path. You're meant to be the queen of the Moretti family, not just the Romanos' Donna." I let out a soft laugh, bending down to kiss his scarred face, that jagged mark of his past. "Who says I'm going anywhere? I'll claim the Moretti name and keep the Romanos close. A queen and a Don… We're meant to rule together, right?" Wade's shock gave way to a broad grin, the most joyous I had seen in a decade. "Okay. If you want the world, I'll win it for you. In this life, you're my Donna, and I'm your blade. Till death do us part."